This time, it’s for a door.
“I grew up in a college town, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened the door expecting to see trickortreater—but what was in front of our open door—was another door! Like, a full-on wooden door, that had a sign that said “Please knock.” So we did, and the door swung open to reveal a bunch of college dudes dressed as really old grandmothers, curlers in their hair, etc, who proceeded to coo over our “costumes” and tell us we were “such cute trick or treaters!” One even pinched my cheek. Then THEY gave US candy, closed their door, picked it up and walked to the next house. MLIA”
This.
This is why I need a door.
But it turns out that most people don’t have a spare door sitting around.
You know, you can probably buy an old door for really cheap at a hardware home building centre or something like that, for serious.
ReplyDeleteTo be completely honest with you. I might have a door lying around. Or go to the dump?
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